Don't be blaming me for anything else.
Oh, shoot, why not? Surely Em has taken the heat for enough things for a while, isn't it your turn yet?
. . . . And it is now official, we have survived another family vacation. There were so many of us this time, we rented two smaller beach houses that were side-by-side, rather than try to find one house big enough to house the whole clan. Once again, the chosen location was a beach about an hour from our house. As I have in the past, I spent the nights at the beach house, and came home every day to see to the critters. It's not quite as nuts as it sounds - at least, not to me. Y'see, I'm really not a beach bunny. While I love the laid back, shabby-chic atmosphere that can still be found in a lot of our beach towns, I don't love getting a killer headache baking out on the strand while the wind blows sand in my eyes, and I'd rather not spend the whole day watching cable at the beach house, either. And while I love these folks, I prefer to take them in smaller doses - which I believe is the best way to deal with me, too. This way, I am spared the tiresomeness of the middle of the day, but still get to enjoy some of the things that I do like. Like walking on the beach in the early morning, before it gets screamingly hot and covered with tourists, or an evening stroll, with a little smoochin' in the moonlight (though that really freaks out the kids hunting ghost crabs with flashlights!
